Forward

Forward

A Story by Lykos

She walks down the old muddy road
Alongside an old and ruined wall
Miles of countryside stretches out in front of her.
She thinks to herself that she just has to keep moving.
But where am I going and how far away is it
The smell of plants and trees fills the air
A loud bang erupts out of nowhere
She jumps and hides against the wall
Eyes looking around to see where the noise came from.
But nothing is out there, I'm alone.
The heavens open up and down pours the rain.
The wind has now picked up and is howling.
It isn't good to stay out in this
There's a gap in the wall and a big tree behind it.
This is a good place to rest and have a bit of shelter.
She goes under the tree sitting on the moss covering the bottom and the trunk.
I'll wait here until the bad weather passes
Tired from all the walking she falls asleep.

© 2017 Lykos


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I loved this so much! "She" sounds just like me! :) You created such vivid imagery. Well done love. x

Posted 7 Years Ago


Lykos

7 Years Ago

Thanks for the review. Appreciate it
I felt I was in this place which felt like some other worldy forest. It felt as if I I could almost smell the moist ground wafting up my nostrils. Even though this piece was short, it was quite enchanting to read. Almost like a place where everybody wishes they could go to to get away from everyday life.

Mark.

Posted 8 Years Ago


Lykos

8 Years Ago

Thats what I was thinking writing it, an escape from the hustle and bustle of everyday life. Thanks .. read more
matrixmark

8 Years Ago

I appreciate you putting this piece on here. So glad i read it.

Keep writing.
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Lykos

8 Years Ago

Glad you enjoyed it.

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Lykos
Lykos

Munster , Ireland



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